A Bench in the Park, Laaaaaaaaaate Thursday Night

The food at the community center had been good, but Éponine hadn't stayed very long at dinner. The whole holiday was a new thing for her, and as it turned out she had rather mixed feelings about it. It was a fine idea, everyone sharing a meal, but her appreciation was tempered by the cynicism of someone who'd gone hungry far too often and after a while, when she found herself wanting to snap at strangers, she decided it was better to sneak off than stay.

Just to add to her mess of conflicted thoughts was the realization that she did actually have things to be thankful for, though again she wasn't convinced that it balanced out the past few years.

It was all a bit much, so when she slipped away from the community center she found herself something to drink, and went off wandering about the island in hopes of distracting herself from what was certain to be a jumble of thoughts that would only spiral down into brooding. Eventually, she ended up by the pond in the park, sitting with her knees tucked up under her chin and singing under her breath as she stared half absently up at the sky.

[OOC: In my defense I started writing this before midnight. Can be open, but I'd probably pick up tags after I wake up 'cause sleepy.]